Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
Maybe a little louder for the people in the back.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
A fellow, somewhat worse for wear judging from his clothes and shoes, but most especially his physical demeanor, sorting through his wallet ...
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